What Taylor heard from its “rescuer” pretty much confirmed what it already suspected. This was not a rescue meant for it, as it doubted there was anyone on the outside with the knowledge of its existence, much less the intent to free it. Still, that did not mean that Taylor could not benefit from the coincidence. The man with the blades clearly did not want to take Taylor with them, so it had no more reason to remain. 

With its decision made, Taylor took off at a brisk pace towards the edge of the highway. A bullet opened up a wide hole straight through its torso as it ran, but after mere moments, the dark, writhing matter that made up its form regenerated without slowing it down. Taylor quickly moved off of the highway and into an alleyway, though it had little direction as to where to go next. If it wanted to life outside of its former prison, it would need a place to hide. Though, what it also had was the desire to consume, and now, the freedom to do so as much as it pleased.